donne's bitch

so,,,

A comic commission for @ambrele-db

It’s a hug scene form a shizaya fanfiction The Mistakes We Made

I actually happened to read this fanfiction as well haha ( and wanted to draw the phone scene because it was so damn cute)

Check out the author, her writing is great! (and let me tell you, I rarely touch any post ketsu shizaya, but this one is really good!)

storms were not welcome.

they brought with them a type of saturnine loudness that kuroo neither wanted nor appreciated - and sawamura could tell. watching the cant of those eyes, the way hands coiled and veins throbbed a little bluer, he knew just how much kuroo didn’t like any of it.

swallowing, he sat himself on the couch, letting their thighs brush and their knees knock, anything to get past the stiff indifference on kuroo’s features.

“you hate it, huh?” sawamura hummed, a low sound that overlaid clapping thunder. “i’m guessing rain isn’t your thing?”

“i don’t like getting wet.” it didn’t sound like a joke.

“want to let me in on why that is?” sawamura risked a smile that paid off. kuroo slanted both eyes to meet his, cracking his own brand of smirk; its corners were peaked with tightness, but sawamura’d take it. he’d take anything.

“storms or rain?”

“sure.” both.

kuroo eyed him for a second longer before dropping a head onto sawamura’s shoulder, smelling like pomegranate gum and relent. “i don’t like anything that scares my cat.”

there’s an hc going around  twitter about kuroo’s two moms, so i doodled them up lil designs  :D ! 

-Top 10 Favorite Series-

“I love cliches, I love predictable scripts, I love it when they paste over problems and I love it when they force a happy ending too. What’s wrong with working towards that?”

kuroo was the smartest person sawamura knew. 

he also happened to be the most oblivious—a colossal monument of inobservance when it came to anything vaguely romantic. every accidental hint dropped and every lasting gaze went rolling off a keen shoulderblade into nothing. on the off-chance kuroo caught him staring, the sweetener-response was quirky and friendly and not at all what he wanted. 

sawamura did his best to keep their friendship solid—but it was trouble liking a roommate who thought being dressed equated boxer briefs and tight smirks. 

it was hard when they looked like they’d swallowed the sun itself. 

when they looked like kuroo. 

“oi, dai,” sawamura looked up from his book, taking in the sight of kuroo’s towel, a small thing that flirted with the bubblegum coil of his thighs. he dried his hair with another, blinking away the weight of water on his lashes, “you got some spray-on deodorant? i ran out, fuck.” 

get a grip, sawamura swallowed, “uh, sure. it’s in the bathroom.”

“ah, lifesaver!” kuroo groaned, tossing him a wink and a click of the tongue, “where’d i be without ya, sawa-chan?”

sawamura was thankful kuroo didn’t leave room for response before bounding away; he didn’t think he could manage one that wasn’t a sonnet of stuttering. 

“oh shit—” it was muffled, “—yo, daichi?”

through peak embarrassment, sawamura breathed a weak, “yeah?”

“i think i used your towel, you chill with that?”

kuroo loved hugging sawamura.

he loved towering a head over him, sawamura’s lips folding soft against his collar, the crescent of his nose rounded against the line of kuroo’s throat. it was comforting in its own right, sawamura’s presence a reassuring one.

it’s why, when kuroo came home after a day that ground his bones to salt, he dropped his bag and wrapped both arms around sawamura’s shoulders, slotting their forms with unapologetic force.

sawamura’s stiffness lasted for a single breath. he reached up, fingers stowing into hair, cradling the back of kuroo’s head and bringing him closer, the other hand dropping to comfort the small of kuroo’s back.

“you okay, sweetheart?” it was just one tier above a whisper.

kuroo didn’t answer, finding comfort in the smell of clean clothes and mint shower gel. sawamura sighed, tilting his head and leaning upward to press his lips to kuroo’s temple, long and steady and quiet.

that was his brand of affection: unpitying and unprying. 

kuroo loved that, too.

he loved lots of things when it came to sawamura.